Michelle_the_Rapist_Microwave

I see no nobility in this sacrifice, no honor in this servitude.
Avoid them, I say—shun them as one shuns a plague-ridden corpse. Let the widows weep alone, let the divorced languish in their liberty. A single mother, by any path she treads, is a vortex of need, a sinkhole of lost potential. I declare this truth: to entangle oneself with such a soul is to court ruin. Let them stand as monuments to their own fates—untouched, unclaimed, and utterly forsaken.

2025-03-07 16:21:41 CET

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The method of her solitude matters not; the weight of her existence remains unchanged. Whether her mate lies cold in the earth or walks free among the living, the yoke she bears is the same—a chain forged not of iron, but of obligation and regret.

2025-03-07 16:21:29 CET

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A widow, they say, is ennobled by tragedy, her solitude thrust upon her by fate’s cruel hand. A divorced woman, they sneer, bears the stain of her own failure, her union sundered by choice or weakness. Yet I see through this veneer of judgment, this petty moral posturing. A single mother is a single mother still—her spawn cling to her skirts, her resources sapped, her spirit tethered to a past she cannot unmake.

2024-12-27 00:21:22 CET

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that’s the old list; get with the program
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